Even though they came through the mud, the camp on the headwind hill set up by the Ramsay Alliance Army still looked fresh and clean.

Inside the camp surrounded by a wooden fence, a town of tents sprang up. In the middle of each group of tents was the commander's cone-shaped tent, and its main pole was covered with conspicuous flags of various colors.

And in the center of this camp, soldiers from Emerald Wood City solemnly set up a large tent of gold and green embroidery of the Green family. This is a visual symbol of the dignity and majesty of the commander-in-chief of the Union Army.

It was customary for the engineers to raze everything around the camp to prevent the enemy from lurking in secret, as well as to provide an open field of view for the outposts in the turrets.

They also dug a trench parallel to the fence, and most of the excavated earth and rock were filled in the middle of the wooden fence. The rest were piled up behind the trenches, and a low wall was erected to provide an obstacle for the enemy to climb over the trenches.

The camp was organized in such detail that each phalanx of infantry raised its own flag, which provided a clear indicator for the commander to give orders and facilitated the management of the phalanx captains.

As for the public facilities in the army, the first ones to be erected were manure pits. They were all properly arranged at the downwind of the camp to ensure that more than 30,000 people would not suffer from the smell of feces and urine.

Because it was a rapid march, this advance force did not carry much water. But for safety, Green didn't ask the engineers to dig wells or go to the river to fetch water. Instead, drinking water is boiled intensively and then distributed to everyone. Subsequent baggage troops would carry supplies, including large water tanks drawn by mule carts.

At dusk, many chaplains or mueinters from dozens of locations in the camp called for prayers, which lingered above the camp for a long time. The soldiers lit bonfires and boiled dry food and some meat into porridge and ate them separately.

Since it was during the war, according to Ramsay's tradition, it was their only meal a day (the army would be very frugal at the beginning of the war). So every soldier, even the knights, ate very carefully and licked their plates clean.

Cooking smoke drifts in the wind. The camp was filled with all kinds of noises: whispering prayers, the beating of mallets, the sharpening of swords, the snorting and neighing of horses, mules, and other pack animals.

And after only half an hourglass, all of these sounds were gone, or only one sound remained. The entire camp was filled with snoring, and almost everyone fell asleep. Except for the commanders of the army and those soldiers who stood guard.

Still in the tradition of Ramsay, sentry is also divided into three types:

The first is to patrol the camp in a preset line;

The second is at the top of a high watchtower, which oversees everything inside and around the camp;

The third type is more arduous and dangerous, as a secret sentinel, they must leave the safer camp and hide in the damp and cold trenches, or worse, they must touch the open space around the camp and hide in the trees and grass.

A soldier who can act as a secret sentry must not only have the three characteristics of tenacity, agility and alertness, but also have a fairly strong combat effectiveness. It is not that when encountering a night attack, the monsters sent by the robber or the emperor to clean up the dark sentry will be killed silently.

Therefore, a group of holy warriors led by Little Dalton took on this task without concessions.

These warriors of the gods from the temples of Heyronis, Thom, etc., do not shine with dazzling brilliance wherever they go, as some have imagined—though they can do so—in fact, for these warriors, who have been driven by faith and trained to do so, it is not a test at all to act quietly in the night.

They replaced the potentially reflective plate armor and put on lighter chain mail, then put on a robe that could be used to keep them warm and conceal themselves, and they carried light weapons, and quickly took up their positions in the night.

During the hurried march last night, they had been notified by Green. Therefore, these paladins were the only soldiers who completed the march on horseback. They move forward and sleep at the same time. Even while everyone was building camp, they were resting.

For the sake of this moment. In the night, every paladin who served as a dark sentinel was in high spirits, and his unwavering faith made him fearless of everything, and he had eaten a full meal of porridge before several hourglasses, and his already strong body made him not afraid of the cold of the night.

In addition to the portable weapons at hand, each paladin also carried a crossbow. Of course, they didn't rely on it to kill the enemy, but to be able to fire arrows in time to warn the camp and other companions when they spotted the enemy.

It was clear to all the Ramsay Union Army commanders, including Green, that the first night at Camp Headwind Hill would not be peaceful. The Dog Tamer suffered a defeat at the Juniper Village ruins, losing a large number of monster legions. But as long as the emperor doesn't die, then a large number of monsters can be created quickly again. That's pretty much their consensus.

And the movement of the alliance army to build a camp is certainly impossible to hide from the emperor who is close at hand (no more than thirty miles together). After a day and a night, most of his old lair on the protruding promontory had a new batch of monster legions. With the slightest bit of strategic literacy, he should have known that it was time to constantly raid the camp of the Union forces in order to exhaust them.

And that's exactly what happened.

Although the situation was not as dire as Grimm and his colleagues had thought—the Emperor was still busy resurrecting the landlord god, and because his divine spark was extinguished, the task was much more difficult than resurrecting the other calamities—not too many monsters had been created, and the only way to highlight the promontory was the more than a thousand evil crowmen led by the robber Eater.

"No one will be able to sleep tonight," Eater assured the orc-reclaimed dog tamer standing beside him, looking in the direction of the upwind knoll, "I'll make them feel more tired." Maybe tomorrow morning you'll lead your team to capture their camp, and you'll find that no one will be able to hold their weapons in their hands. The words are full of provocation.

However, the battle of words in the imagination of the bone eater did not break out. Although he was eager to question his colleagues with the reality of repeated failures, the dog trainer ignored him. The fangs on his mouth twitched twice, and the dog trainer only responded: "I wish you a successful night raid, and the decisive battle tomorrow...... I also want to save some effort. ”

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